Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –
“Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!”
Today, January 19th, is a great day. It is National Popcorn Day. This is a wonderful day that we can all enjoy and nip our teeth into – literally. I know my kind loves corn and I know that little piglet in the Hotel Thompson loves the popped corn. Some people believe that the origin of this day is somehow connected to the Super Bowl. I guess it kind of makes sense since they’re all kinds of bowl games on right now. I know Bacon’s daddy is in football heaven.
Let me tell you story about Bacon and his love of popcorn. That little oinker can be all the way in his bedroom playing around and watching his television. But the moment that he hears the corn kernels hitting the pan in the kitchen, he totally loses it and runs through the hallways skidding into the kitchen. He will sit on the floor in the middle of the kitchen and watch his mommy as she pops the corn over the stove – you know old fashioned like. When it starts to pop-pop-pop, he always walks over and hits his mom in the ankles with his snout wanting some. He knows he’s going to get some but he doesn’t have a lot of patience that little guy. And then when he does get some, he sounds like a little chomping machine. He’s a hoot.
Enjoy the day my friends. I’ll be back soon!
It’s been a long week here at the Hotel Thompson. We’ve been having weird weather. You know the kind that brings out all of your doggy senses. So you get up/down all through the night to check things out because you know you gotta protect the humans. Bacon and Hemi don’t seem to mind the weather changes. It drives me crazy and makes my inner Yorkie come out. So here I am all tuckered out on my ottoman in the living room in front of the fireplace. I was bushed from getting up/down the night before. Speaking of which, I have to share a little funny with you. I can jump. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different. Mom/dad’s bed in their bedroom is now obstacle for me. I can run and jump on that thing anytime I want. But I found something so much better these days. In fact, daddy didn’t believe mom when she told him until he heard it himself. Here it goes…. mom/dad sleeping so hard in a deep sleep, I jump down to check the perimeter. When I come back, I waddle over to mom’s side of the bed. I will perch up on the side where she lays facing the wall and growl at her. I call her my elevator. With enough growling she wakes up and lifts me in the bed with her. Of course she fusses but I know she doesn’t mind. I call her my personal elevator. Dad is just lucky I don’t do it him. In fact, I think he’s jealous. Barks with puppy laughter! Do you do anything like this to your humans to keep them in line of who really is the boss of your crib? Now I leave you with Jokes with Daddy – enjoy and try not to cringe.
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